And we popped out last night, got into car and said "Where shall we go?", hummed and hawed then went to
The Friends Arms which was the pub I used to
electric wheelchair to from the
Leonard Cheshire care place. But I have never seen it as busy as it was last night. But by the time I had finished my last pint most of the folks had left, the footy was finished.
Most of the other folk in there were well pissed by the time we got there, they had been watching sport all day, but friendly. One or two folk made some "pirate" comment about my eyepatch